Thinking About You

You grew up

before I could say,

“Stop!”

I wanted to keep

you, just the way

you were. . .

at two,

at four,

at six,

at eight

and on and on.

You denied me.

You grew up.

And here you are

now . . .

an adult,

a dad,

a family man,

professional,

responsible,

loving,

hardworking,

and sometimes

too far away

for me to say

“Stop! Listen.”

Hear and know

my sweet son,

through all the years . . .

at two,

at four,

at six,

at eight,

and on and on,

I could never

stop either

loving you.

                                                Judith DeChesere-Boyle 10/2013 – For my son, Justin

For some strange reason, this blog disappeared from my archive and I wanted to keep it as part of my blogs. This was originally posted on my blog in October 2013, but I am publishing it on my blog today again -- just to have it.